Luyện nghe bài hát The Fianna

When evening in was gray,
the dawn went away,
Their on hills were heard,
On journey long a word.

wilderland to western shore,
Through lair and hidden door,
northern waste to southern hill,
On woods they walked at will.

With and Oisin, dwarfe and man,
and bough and beast in den,
With folk,
In tongues they spoke.

A sword, a healing hand,
Trumpet voice, a brand,
Their backs that bent 'neath load,
warriors on the road.